[100% should not be trying to drive. There are several times Clint drifts off the path but corrects himself, like nearly falling asleep and jerking yourself awake again, only with a shit-ass ability to breathe properly. He will need doctors. Great, cool, like he needs more medical debt that those meds could've helped alleviate--haha welcome to American capitalism!!!
No wait. Focus. Having air blowing around him (and water blowing out of his tarp cover) helps? He thinks? in that it's air and it reminds him to breathe even if every breath sucks actual ass to try and pull. Let him fucking die next time. Or don't, but damn.
When his vision swims, he focuses on the stupid bumper sticker and makes sure to follow that.
All the way to a waffle house that isn't actually one of those but a pancake place that is a waffle place. Alright. That's fine. The rain is lighter. It falls in the right direction. The shadows look appropriately shadowy.
He slumps in his seat looking like a drowned cat. Or hawk. In this case. Or maybe a fish out of water. Just give him a minute. Give him several minutes. Give him a couple days.]
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No wait. Focus. Having air blowing around him (and water blowing out of his tarp cover) helps? He thinks? in that it's air and it reminds him to breathe even if every breath sucks actual ass to try and pull. Let him fucking die next time. Or don't, but damn.
When his vision swims, he focuses on the stupid bumper sticker and makes sure to follow that.
All the way to a waffle house that isn't actually one of those but a pancake place that is a waffle place. Alright. That's fine. The rain is lighter. It falls in the right direction. The shadows look appropriately shadowy.
He slumps in his seat looking like a drowned cat. Or hawk. In this case. Or maybe a fish out of water. Just give him a minute. Give him several minutes. Give him a couple days.]